The winter wolf is so biiiiig…. It’s even bigger looking now that it’s out of that cage. And it shows every one of its teeth when it speaks. I let Rhogkun do the talking because I’ve got to keep an eye on it. He asks the wolf what happened to the kid. The wolf says he didn’t need to eat the kid, and they’re probably back at home and safe right now. That’s good. But the wolf says he’s gonna follow the circus and devour everyone that Delibean ever cared about one by one and then finally snap him up in one gulp. And that’s not good.
Mr. Swindle makes a good case for the wolf going back and just… turning the circus into his own personal entourage, since Delibean owes him pretty big for all the disrespect, obviously, and it would be a mutually good sorta arrangement. I’d be almost tempted. But the wolf’s a real free spirit, and he says his honor’s worth way more than that, and then Variel shoots him with an arrow and everything happens real fast.
So many wolves came running! I managed to get most of them, but one of them scrambled up close enough to help the winter wolf pull Rhogkun down. It also blasted Maxwell and Swindle with that ice breath it has. It’s a good thing Mr. Swindle has healing magic as well as wasps. His magic feels like a warm breeze and the way grass smells in the sun, kinda perfect for fixing icy hurts. After we killed all the wolves, me and Max built a big fire, and Variel and Swindle spent a few hours skinning the pelt off the winter wolf. I know a lot of folks who do that for a living, but it’s too bloody for me.
At night I had the dream about the stars again, it’s almost the worst one. When I woke up everybody was staring at me. Variel’s from a place called the Feywild, I guess they don’t have dreams there, so I had to explain to her about it. And Max doesn’t really sleep. But Rhogkun and Mr. Swindle said they don’t have bad dreams either… even though they’re both really old. They looked at me like I was crazy.
Anyway, guess what! A little blue dragon flew in and started talking pictures into my head! I asked Rhogkun if it might be my familiar, since I tried all those times to cast the spell and it never seemed to work, and he said maybe. His name’s Prim! Or at least that’s what the pictures kinda sounded like. Sits real proper, too, all… imperious I guess you could say. He says I’ve gotta listen to him, but I think he’s a little confused about how this familiar thing works. And he didn’t want a ration-cake, so now I’ve got to figure out what dragons eat. Maybe I can ask Mr. Humplebumble.
After that we walked back to Dunswallow, and I guess we went a sorta different way, because we found a dead mammoth just lying there. Maxwell snapped it’s tusk off! Maybe it’s worth something good. We went back to the circus, and Humplebumble was real glad to see us, even though he didn’t look for the kid at all, like he said he would. He said thanks, and he owed us one, and since the Menagerie was looking for more hands, we could all join on if we needed work. Everyone said yes, even Mr. Swindle who kept denying his circus-ness before. Their caravan’s gonna go south, but they’re taking the long way - back west across the bay where I just came from. It’s not what I wanted, but I guess it’s okay. I feel like a lot of interesting things are gonna happen if I just stick with everyone.
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